When you dance,
the heart of the universe
goes out of control
constellations forget their choreography,
and comets pause mid-flight
to watch you spin.
The moon loses count of its tides,
and time skips a breath,
as your feet sketch galaxies
into the silence of the night.
Each gesture
a prayer of motion,
each twirl
a whispered spell,
pulling the cosmos
into the orbit of your soul.
When you dance
the universe doesn't just watch...
it listens.
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